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Bradbury, Ray


Fahrenheit 451


It was a pleasure tu burn.

The Martian Chronicles


One minute it was Ohio winter, with doors closed, windows locked, the panes blind with frost, icicles fringing every roof, children skiing on slopes, housewives lumbering like great black bears in their furs along the icy streets.


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